Unlearning "might have been"

I'm unlearning the practice of "might have been." This is the age-old tradition of lamenting what might have been.

There is no might have been.

There is only what is.

There is no "if things had gone differently."
Things don't go differently. Things just go.

And life just moves on.

Profanity in the car.

I am trying to refrain from yelling profanity at people in the car. Instead I yell, "YOUR MOTHER DOESN'T LOVE YOU!" if they drive poorly, cut me off or serve up some general irritation my way. And I feel better and make myself laugh.